A little south of Candoville is a large shrine. The shrine named "Night Fork Dance Shrine" is a relatively new shrine that was built almost simultaneously when the municipalities of western Tokyo were merged to create an Euthanasia City.
Inside the shrine is a Japanese-style coffee with a variety of names, named "Dark Demon Dragon Inn".
A brown long all-back man enters the store. He was meeting me here.
A peek at the menu lined up the culinary name with an unintelligible name: Dark Demon Dragon Fillet Steak, Reverse Scale Stock Soup, Demon World Supernova Omelette Rice and Dark Breath Parfait, and the man glanced at his face.
"Heh, Viper. Whoa, hisa."
The other person came late, so where I ended up ordering something to fix dragon juice and started eating, the meeting person came, showed me a good line of teeth and called out laughing.
Hey, Midori.
Returning his greeting, Viper puts a chunk of meat in his mouth that was in his cock.
"I am the slaughter of mackerel with a fixed meal stewed in hell."
"What the hell is this meat...? No pigs, no cows, no chickens."
Piper asks Midori, sitting directly opposite the tatami box seat. Piper is wearing an agua.
"That's the meat of the Dark Demon Dragon, of course. I've hunted in the demonic world."
A female clerk in her 40s or so in a kimono comes and tells her with a smile.
"Oh well..."
Get some air, and I'll convince you with that, Viper.
"I heard you were in trouble at Junko Yukioka's place, but you haven't been remodeled or anything."
"Wow... what do you think? Looks like he was sneaking up on it before he knew his true brother or anything, immortalized and radiation resistant, and I might be a little bit remodeled."
"Seriously, I'm the one answering the question."
Vipers laugh bitterly.
"Hmm, what's Viper doing in Euthanasia?
Midori promised to meet him at this coffee shop after being contacted by Viper to see him because he was visiting Euthanasia City.
"On the orders of our shitty master, we are following the executives of the Sea Chihuahua. I've done it twice, but it's a tough potty inside."
Viper says in an abominable tone.
"Yay, Viper leaked it twice. Oh, that's pretty good. Plus, I got potty. - Woman."
"It looks pretty lame though."
Even though I used the word potty on my female counterpart, to curse me using the word fat, I was a resistant viper.
"By the way, what do sea chihuahuas do in Japan?
"I don't have a crush on the mafia who deals in furry horns. Or we could bioterrorism some lab."
Regardless of the latter, the former does not seem a bad thing.
"I'm trying to work with some of the mafias. An asshole named Jeffrey Allen disregarded the intentions above and ruined the negotiations many times, but my husband said it was time to join hands with the mafia because he was dead."
"Heh... Scattered, broken organizations. So even the Mafias don't want to trade, do they?
"Ha, I think so too."
To Midori's point, Viper laughed.
True of one shirt on the upper body, upside down with one hand.
On his upright leg, Junko was riding on one leg with his hands wide open. At the Snow Oka Institute, it's a very familiar sight.
When Midori and Viper were having lunch, it was still not lunch at the Snow Oka Institute, and Tired and Junko were dating for a true workout because of the two of them.
The only way to be strong is to keep polishing your body into the tunnel. What do you keep bullying your own body for? I wouldn't talk about it if I was weak in enjoying the fight. When you come to a game where you risk your life or death, it is also great for the joy of demonstrating the power you have honed. But above all, it has a solid purpose.
"Look, I don't loosen my consciousness. Always focus your consciousness where you strain your body. Imagine being strong."
Watch out for Junko riding on top of the true loosened his true mind.
(Sooner or later to take this guy down, sooner or later this guy needs help. Workout for when the time comes)
Yes, I've told you many times, and the truth continues to encourage training.
In my own power right now, I can't be the night to protect my heroine. Fire powder that falls on the opponent to be protected can be shaken off with your own hands, mostly without having to be protected. But when the person to be protected encounters so much crisis that he needs protection, he can't help himself now.
(Which means you can only be a running dog at best. No matter how much I protect you.)
I can't help thinking about it like that. But at the same time, the fighting spirit burns.
"Ah, temporarily. I'm a little over the clock. Dinner."
Down from the top of the true, Junko said.
"Replace me with tiredness while I make it"
And a glimpse of tiredness is true.
"It's not like I should even try, and that's enough. Because your body stopped growing, and your head and body have an excellent absorption rate, but there are limits."
Junko shakes his cover and says.
"I remodeled you to immortality for a number of reasons at that age, even though I'm tired of spending time with you."
Stop upside down and look down at the big letter true, still Junko explains.
"Most immortals are two extremes of looking child or old man, aren't they? That's got a lot of advantages. Especially in Japan, it's just grandma and grandpa, and they're totally different from each other. Kids have their privileges, too. And with my personal hobby, I thought it was the cutest age - and I wanted you to be who you were as we met. So, it's the crux of the matter, but it also means maintaining growth speed and agility. On the other hand, strength and strength are inferior to adults at that physical age, but lightness is more important in the back streets."
"Though it was inferior to the speed and the big-ass viper for that matter."
The simple reasoning that your body is small, fast, etc., is truly incredible.
"Well... that means they were better up there, so we need to train more."
Junko with a smile.
"Don't hesitate to say that True is going to do whatever I can if you want. For example, a modified surgery, or a modified surgery, or a modified surgery."
"It feels like you're teaching the experience and wisdom that you've lived for over a thousand years in a game that goes on and on with you."
I truly realize that I am growing in a way that is not simply about improving my physical abilities, but about being given experience.
"I've lived more than a nation there, but it's a life for one. You don't just have to learn from me, you have to learn from everything in the world."
"I know you don't have to say that. Especially when I learned so much from you, I thanked him."
I hadn't noticed the real person at all, but he had a refreshing grin and pointed it at Junko. Seeing it, Junko moves away.
"What are you doing?
Truly confused by Junko, who suddenly turns to the truth and meditates on his eyes and worships his hands together.
"No, I saw something good."
"Hey... both of you, look at this..."
Tired of flying the holographic display I was putting out in front of my face towards True and Junko.
"Huh... what is this?
Seeing what was written there, Junko flashed his face for a moment.
Leakage information from the keyed SNS was exposed to backstreet gossip sites. Its contents are a substitute for the Grim Penis demonstrators planning to push to the Snow Oka Institute on their next holiday.
"Surely the Grim Penis boss is on his way to Japan right now. Is that what this is all about?
True said in a slightly shaken tone as he wiped his sweat with a towel.
"I don't know... What's the intent...... Or maybe it's the young kids' rampage."
Even if I tried to be a pure child, this development was too unexpected. One thing I know is that if this demo and this is decided, I may know my name better than I need to.
(I was wondering if I could control the front desk and pressure the media to keep it down? No, even if I don't do that, the great people of the country will keep me at liberty)
That's what I decided, and until the demonstration happened, Junko decided not to do anything.